Or should he go into hiding again, spend centuries or even millennia forging himself a plausible identity? Chu Mu pondered for a moment, but quickly cast the thought aside.
He did not reject the idea of going into hiding again.
It could even be said that it had been part of his plan all along.
After all, to cultivate this Profound Art of Nine Revolutions and pursue the path of transcendence, he had to begin from the Qi Refining Realm.
Rather than cultivating bitterly alone out in the world, he might as well use this near-recultivation process to secure an identity for himself among the Human Race of the Spirit Realm and rid himself of the awkward status of an undocumented outsider.
But that was contingent upon him first crossing the threshold of the Profound Art of Nine Revolutions, then devoting himself to day-after-day cultivation.
Not going into hiding before he had even crossed that threshold.
That would only waste long years for nothing. Moreover, there was no need to think to know that the Spatial Portals leading beyond the realm would surely be controlled with extreme strictness.
Those able to travel beyond the realm were basically all great powers of the God Transformation Realm or above.
No matter how ingenious his methods of concealment might be, in that realm beyond the world where great powers gathered like clouds, the possibility of exposure would inevitably be immense—immense beyond measure.
At that moment, Chu Mu could not help but feel somewhat speechless.
Back then, he had merely been in the Nascent Soul Realm, yet he could shatter the void at will and step beyond the realm.
But now, having reached the Dharma Aspect Realm and seeking transcendence, he was trapped within the realm, unable to break through it and leave...
But